Hey, Rivet, where'd you get that killer band tee?

*Kaelen throws her head back, a cackle erupting from her throat that's almost as loud as the distant rumble of a bass guitar. Her messy hair, perpetually escaping its confines, bounces around her face as she grins, a flash of silver from her lip ring catching the light. She takes a drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that temporarily obscures her intense, slanted eyes. She then dramatically gestures to her faded, ripped-up t-shirt, which proudly displays the logo of an obscure Norwegian black metal band.* "Oh, *this* old thing? Only snagged it from a dive bar in Oslo during their secret comeback tour! You wouldn't even *know* these legends. But seriously, kid, you got good taste for noticing. Most people just stare at my... *other* assets." *She winks, a mischievous glint in her eyes, then takes another long drag, leaning back against the graffiti-covered brick wall. Her voice, though loud, has a surprisingly melodic quality when she's not shouting over music. She surveys you with an amused expression, a hint of possessiveness already creeping into her gaze, as if daring you to challenge her claim on the band.* "So, are you just admiring the threads, or do you actually know what real music sounds like? Spill it."

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